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𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑬.

THANK YOU, TEN.

WHO: @winniekarofsky and trace hummel-anderson. WHEN: fall break, midday. WHERE: wmhs, stage.

THANKS TO A VERY DEDICATED STEVIE BECKETT, trace alongside the members of the drama club and a few others found themselves at school over the break rehearsing for the half-production of rocky horror that they would be putting on at the halloween carnival. he was used to being in attendance for a performance with the warblers and the warblers only, so this was definitely a change. had he been asked a year ago, no, he wouldn’t have anticipated playing brad majors in a mckinley production of rocky horror.

he didn’t mind working a little, but after running over at the frankenstein place about seven times, the break they were given was much needed. maybe it was irresponsible, but he was tense, not performing his best, fumbling over lyrics and lines like a fool. he was sure if he could smoke just a little, he’d find himself focused and back on his game. looking around at the others, he quickly ruled out poppy, stevie, and his brother. he was sure beck, leo, or benji would be down, but something about the bleached blonde standing just a couple of feet away from him caught trace’s eye. it’d be…interesting to see how she’d respond. waltzing over to winnie, he started their exchange by kicking playfully at her foot. they’d never directly spoken, but he knew who she was. just because she had a reputation for being kind of tapped didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna mess with her the same as he did everyone else, “karofsky…” he started, grinning in her direction, “wanna take a smoke break with me?”

Winnie’s idea of a perfect fall break wasn’t staying at the high school for a week, but surprisingly even the Tweevil herself had dreams. That dream being that Winnie wanted to legitimately act one day. She didn’t want to go to NYADA or end up on Broadway but she wanted to share her talent, make a decent penny, and have her name everywhere. Isn’t that what everyone wanted? To be known? And that’s how she found herself stuck as Columbia, begging the drama club advisor to not make her wear that god-awful candy apple red Party City wig, and wondering how that snot-nosed JV transfer ended up playing Janet. No doubt because her and Janet still had their cherries intact, but Winnie was a goddamn veteran in this club and somehow two lousy transfers got the leads? That didn’t fly by with her and she knew it was a constant punishment because she was a constant complainer. She had better talent than Stevie, Joey, Julien or any other of those twink performers had in their entire pinkies combined. Whatever, it was all a learning experience, but could she not get one win? Once they had been released for their break, she was ready to make a beeline for the younger Hummel-Anderson to taunt him about his new haircut but she was instead approached by the elder before she could even get a step over to Joey. “Like... weed? Because I don’t damage my throat with nicotine,” the blonde started, furrowing her eyebrows. “Wait,” she stepped closer. “Is this an innuendo for sex? Because I like, don’t fuck during practice. Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot for a total loser, but even I have standards.”

#trace.#interactions.

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑰.

tagging: benji + @crhqstarters where: wmhs fields

With a soft grunt to himself, Benji kicked the soccer ball as hard as he could before watching it soar and sink into the confines of the soccer net before him. To him, it didn’t matter that it was Fall Break. He wasn’t going to start allowing any aspect of his world to come crashing down around him, and that meant his athletic capabilities. He was pretty sure Coach would have his neck if he let himself start slipping anyway. Not to mention how much soccer helped him work through his own personal bullshit. He had been an idiot and done an idiotic thing whenever he kissed Fauna during the Abstinence Awareness week. Why had he kissed Miss Abstinence herself during that week? It was stupid, so he headed to the fields to at least try and clear his mind of things. However, as soon as he retrieved the soccer ball from the goal, all he could think about was how he had kissed her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Without a second thought, Benji dropped the ball and followed suit with kicking it down the field with all of his might. He should probably start heading home soon before his parents started blowing his phone up, but this was too much fun - so he continued. Benji would kick the ball with all of his strength, watch it soar down the field, and it was like his stress levels were diminishing… until one of his kicks nearly collided directly with someone’s head. He knew that the fields were a typical shortcut from anyone walking from the school or just needing some time underneath the bleachers or literally any other reason. It was a public place. “I’m so… sorry,” Benji said with a huff as he quickly ran over, trying to figure out if he was potentially about to get punched, told off, or just shoved away from conversation. “Are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Do you need a ride home?”

Who was Winnie-Love Karofsky? Winnie-Love Karofsky was hot. She was popular. She was blonde. But Winnie-Love Karofsky was lost. There was only so much humanity to a life-size Barbie doll with a beating cold heart and her last piece of humanity, her Ken doll was gone so she was stuck trying to hold onto whatever sliver she could muster. Even the confines of her itchy polyester uniform wasn’t enough to have people looking at her and parting for her as if she were some Greek Goddess because she had messed up her shot with some local teen heartthrob. She didn’t care about Theo, she didn’t even care that she cheated on him, but she did care that people were looking at her like some stone-cold bitch. Which she was, but even underneath that people still envied her, they still wanted to be her. From the tip of her perfectly constructed nose to the bottom of her perfectly fresh polished toes, but now? It was like people looked at her with pity. Like she fucked up the best thing to ever happen to her, which was half true. Who else would put up with her perfectly psychotic antics like Theo. No one. That’s who. Feeling absolutely distraught, Winnie made her way past the soccer field to cross over to the bleachers to reflect on her life. Maybe she’d sing a dramatic ballad and everyone would feel bad for her. That could work. Just as the blonde strutted across the field, a ball flung right past her face with a quick woosh. Muttering a small curse, she glanced over to look over at her attacker. “Do I look like a goddamn net to you?” She seethed. Winnie could not afford a new summer surgery so a ball almost colliding with her four month old nose was absolutely terrifying. Her only fear, one might say. “I’m fine. Don’t you have a class to get to? I’m sure you wouldn’t be a Super Senior for a second time.”

#benji.#interactions.

𝒁𝑶𝑬.

Zoe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Winnie’s lame ass attempt to make a joke about her weight. Hadn’t she been the one to say how low-class weight shaming was not even a month ago? Zoe chalked it up to another one of Winnie’s hypocritical tendencies: something was only acceptable as long as it was coming from Winnie. If it was being said to her? You were a scumbag. Zoe’s eyes narrowed at the tiny finger being shover in her face, and for a quick second, she imagined how satisfying it would be to twist it and break it. It was the least Winnie deserved after all the shit she had caused at Homecoming.. and well, all the shit she had ever caused. For someone who continuously stirred the pot like Winnie did, she seemed to get little-to-no blowback for any of her decisions. That pissed Zoe off. People like Ivy, Baby, and so many others would have been met with so much backlash if they acted like Winnie did. “Cute,” she retorted with a roll of the eyes. The mention of Theo’s name irritated Zoe beyond belief. After the homecoming stint, she didn’t even deserve to think about Theo, let alone talk about him. “Oh, sweetie,” Zoe cooed sweetly as she moved closer to the blonde. “You really don’t have to worry about Theo and I.” She paused, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “I’m guessing you didn’t hear. Theo and I worked everything out on homecoming. At the after party, you know after you fucked up the best thing that ever happened to your flat ass?” She stilled, letting the words sink in. “Either way, Theo and I had some one-on-one time and everything’s good between us. Amazing, even.” Zoe knew what she was implying, but she didn’t care. If it bothered Winnie, even in the slightest bit, then she’d consider it a win. “Anyways, I’m here on Austin’s behalf. Leave him alone.”

Winnie didn’t have many morals. They were few and far between and the only moral she really had been able to keep was keeping her dad pleased and keeping him happy. Other than that, anything was on the table. That often made the blonde a hypocrite. She could barely remember what she said to other people. She really only said shit to get a rise out of others and nine times out of ten, it typically worked. “God, do your comebacks ever get any better? Like, you can’t come for my best assets. I mean, the uniform? The fact that I never skip out on squats? It’s like a total bore because we all just know you’re upset that I’m the hotter blonde,” she said, shrugging her shoulders with a pout. As Zoe’s insults segued to Theo, it didn’t take long for the blonde to seethe. Winnie was a jealous person by nature, but that jealousy would reach its peak whenever Theo was mentioned. Namely, Theo with other people. Straightening her shoulders, she wasn’t going to back down and she was going to make that verbally noticeable. “O-M-G, why don’t you like ask them to have a hot dog fight in your mouth already? You’re doing such a good job of sucking their dicks while their not around,” she stated plainly, folding her arms over her chest. “But luckily for you, I have no interest in Austin. It was like, a snooze fest of a hook up and I lost an extension. Although Cam Evans is looking awfully scrumptious lately,” she said, tightening the hair in her ponytail. “Unless... you know, the stuff in the Muck is true about you two?”

#// this?? bad!!#zoe.#interactions.

𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀.

Ruby stifled her laughter by sipping her smoothie and shaking her head at the other cheerios laughing at Winnie’s insane explanation. “Even though Leo does give me incel vibes,” she started, putting down her drink and shoving her lunch tray away so she could cross her arms over the table, “I still believe in the power of Ivy’s dick sucking lips…plus no guy would want a girl with a piranha vagina.” That was a simple fact. When Winnie leaned in to speak in hushed tones about the whole glee club love triangle debacle, Ruby mirrored her motion to listen closely. She hummed as the blonde detailed what had happened. “Savage,” she commented plainly, shaking her head at the thought of Rory Owen being burned like that, “but I can definitely see that getting boring. I can only hear about the same drama for like a week so…I can’t imagine tolerating all that for legit months.” There was always fresher and more exciting drama to be discussed, so when Ruby grabbed Winnie, she fully expected her mind to be blown away by the crazy levels of tea the blonde was sure to spill. But that satisfaction never came. “Ew, really?” Ruby asked in disbelief, letting Winnie’s wrist go as she rested her chin on her fist. “So they got in that massive fight and your relationship fully ended all because he had like…a suspicion?” She was sure everyone at the table could smell the bullshit, but what was she going to do? Tell Winnie she was lying? Actually…yeah. “You’re full of it,” Ruby teased, nudging her, “and if Theo wasn’t the best then who is?”

“Look, she’s like hot and has nice lips. I’ll give you that, but Leo? Gives straight up creep vibes. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ivy was a walking corpse. Totes necro vibes,” Winnie furrowed her brows. There was no logic to her thoughts but they made sense to her. Placing her forearms on the table to speak, she rolled her eyes. “It does get boring, but I love a good bitch fight. I mean, it’s only a matter of time before Ivy and Rory get into a fighting match. Or end up in a threesome with Julien. I’m like really feeling the latter. I mean, they’ve all got like some weird sexual tension with each other,” the blonde pointed out, leaning back and tossing her fake blonde ponytail behind her shoulder. When Ruby called her out on her bullshit, she wasn’t shocked but Winnie just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Swearsies. I think Theo only got so mad because I’ve been like accusing him of fucking Lemon and let me just say... not a total shocker Lemon and Trace broke up the same time that like Theo and I did,” maybe something like that would get Ruby off her back. Besides she was sure if anything was going on with Lemon and Theo, Ruby would already have knowledge and would just confirm that for her. “But best?” She pondered for a moment, looking back on multiple of her conquests. She knew there was only a handful of people Ruby hadn’t slept with so she went that route so Ruby couldn’t clap back at her. “Do you all like know Erick Sterling-Duval? Warbler? Total hunk of a bad boy? Him.”

#ruby.#interactions.

𝑭𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑨.

★

“No, you look like a Bratz doll someone decided to voodoo into consciousness after watching Life-Size one too many times. I imagine your IQ is about the same, but if you made it this far through high school, you should be smart enough to realize I’m not going to fall for this ‘Vince did it’ act.” Fauna pushed the baby back towards Winnie with a sneer. “Fix the doll, or I’ll have the faculty advisor call home to daddy and ask him to shell out the money to pay for it. ‘Kay?”

“Awe, thanks,” Winnie said with a smile. Was it a backhanded compliment? Yes, but who didn’t want to look like a Bratz doll? It was like a legit trend a while back, so Winnie’s prettiness factor was at an all time high. Conceding wasn’t a thing Winnie did often. In fact, she hated it, but if her dad got billed for some baby for some project for the club Fauna was president of, she’d get her ass chewed out and besides, Winnie wasn’t a total monster. Not when it came to her dad. There wasn’t a time she could remember her dad dating and genuinely being happy and with her dad’s boyfriend being none other than Fauna’s dad, it felt best to just take the goddamn baby and wipe it’s nails off. “Fine,” she let out an annoyed sigh and snatched the baby back up. “Say bye to Auntie Fauna, Easton. Maybe when I inevitably abandon you, she’ll raise you,” she waved the baby’s painted hand towards Fauna and then turned on her heel.

ＦＩＮ．

#fauna.#interactions.

𝑭𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑨.

★

Fauna gave Winnie a sarcastic smile. “Okay, then, why don’t you go remove the nail polish and then bring it back to me?” Her smile quickly turned into a sneer. “I’m not your freaking maid, Karofsky. You only have until the end of the day to get this thing cleaned up or I’ll be charging you for this doll.” She reached over the desk and grabbed Winnie’s hand, comparing her blue nails to the ones on the baby. “Vince paint your nails too? What, he in training to be an esthetician?”

“Um, no. Do I like look like the help to you?” Winnie asked, quirking a brow. The job was to keep the thing in one piece by the end of the week. She did that, so why should she get charged for the free manicure she gave? “Charging me?” A scoff. “You think I would like pay for the damage? My dad totally will and like who will enforce that? It’s not like this was a real grade anyway,” she stated, putting her foot down as she spoke to the other blonde. “Yeah, actually. He’s a man of many arts. Easton’s so lucky to have an esthetician for a dad. Besides,” she snatched her hand away. “Yolanda at Solar Nails did these,” she held up her hands to showcase her matching manicure that she shared with her robotic son. Obviously she had to match with her darling child, but she wasn’t about to paint her own nails.

#fauna.#interactions.

𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻.

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If he learned anything about a partnership from his mom and dad, it’s that parenting was a partnership that required compromise. Otherwise he would have probably been named Fiyero or something equally stupid. Still, that didn’t stop Vince from rolling his eyes so far back he could practically see his frontal lobe and making sure that Winnie was aware of his feelings on the matter. “I’m just trying to think logically here.” he said but took the bottle and feed the little fucker. Luckily, that managed to shut him up. Everything seemed fine till a few minutes later when he heard a trickling sound come from ‘Easton’ and the realization set in. “Oh, hell no. I’m not changing this thing. I just fed it.” he handed the baby over to the blonde, “You do it. ”

Winnie took a mental note of Vincent’s annoyance with the chosen name and quickly ripped that mental note out of her head and toshed it in her mental trash or wherever it was information that didn’t matter belonged. It’s not like it was a real baby and if she was the one who had to put up with the robot the longest she deserved naming rights, so Easton it was. “Logically? It’s a baby, not a Hummer,” she stated, rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest in her own form of annoyance. When he tried handing the baby back over to her she shook her head. “Nuh-uh, I’ve been feeding it and changing it for the last three days. It’s your turn,” she said, scrunching her nose up and shoving the baby in his hands back over to him and away from her.

#vincent.#interactions.

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𝑭𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑨.

@winniekarofsky // fauna & winnie.

As more and more couples came to return their babies, Fauna’s hope for humanity began to dwindle. How could teenagers be so irresponsible with dolls? More than any year before, students were attempting to return dolls that looked like they’d spent the week with Sid from Toy Story. When Winnie handed over her doll, Fauna immediately noticed the painted fingernails. “Seriously?” Fauna said, holding up the doll. It wasn’t the worst damage she’d seen done, but it still wasn’t acceptable. “You painted its fingernails? Jesus Christ, you know I have to charge you for the doll now, right?”

Winnie didn’t like the idea of this project at all. Yeah, it wasn’t mandatory but all the other Cheerios were doing it so she had to. She did spend most of her week with the baby instead of Vincent and after hours of boredom began to form, she decided to paint Baby Easton’s nails blue to match his little outfit. Upon the day of returning, Winnie wasn’t expecting Fauna to notice. “Um, no?” The blonde rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You can just like take nail polish remover to it. Problem solved,” she pointed out with a shrug. “Besides I didn’t even do that,” she lied. “Vince, like, totally did that.”

#fauna.#interactions.

𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻.

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Vince rolled his eyes at the suggestion he would name his robot demon child something as basic as Harley. What did he look like to Winnie? Kevin Smith? Ever since he saw Chasing Amy, anything that man did was tainted to Vince. “I was thinking of something like The Terminator or, better yet, Arturito. At least that’s a little self aware.” he said with a self indulgent smile at his own cleverness. However, the Midwest Valley girl accent was starting to strain Vince’s ears as much as the robic screeching coming out the baby. He hadn’t been there when the babies were first explained to everyone. Other schools around the Lima county only had to take care of an egg for a week, so he figured the majority of their task was based on simply not losing the thing. “It’s a machine. What the fuck are we supposed to feed it? Car oil?”

“You like want to name our sweet precious child after a droid?” Winnie asked, wide-eyed. It made sense because it was a robo-baby, but still. If he wanted to name his baby something stupid, he should have gotten a different partner. “Easton it is, then,” the blonde nodded, pinching the bridge of her perfectly crafted nose to aid the headache she was getting from the stupid crying and Vince’s own comments. “What? No! You can’t put car oil in it. I’m sure we’d immediately fail if we did that,” it wasn’t based on a grade, but they’d see their ‘grade’ at the end and if they did that they’d get a 0% score for sure. “You have to, like, give it a bottle,” she said, moving over to the couch and digging through the diaper bag that was provided, pulling out a bottle. “Here,” she held it out to him.

#vincent.#interactions.

𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪.

★

This girl was definitely a member of New Directions. He recognized her from last year’s competition… right? There was something… different about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and after the whole Rory Owen thing, Eric needed to be sure before he made any moves. He leaned over her, taking in her notes from his performance. “You see, I prefer to think of it as… a love story. About how you can find passion in the most unexpected or… forbidden of places.” He made sure to take beats in all the right places, an acting method he’d learned at theatre camp last year. “Do I know you from somewhere?” He feigned thinking for a moment before putting on an ‘a-ha!’ expression. “Are you in New Directions?”

As Eric began speaking, Winnie’s brows furrowed by his words. Was he hinting at something? She knew who he was, surely he had to know who she was? She was the hottest girl in New Directions, after all, and she is a hard person to miss in general. “I could see that,” she agreed although she really couldn’t, but it had been a while since Winnie Karofsky had something warm underneath her. The last time she had sex was on homecoming and that was two weeks ago. It was the longest she had ever been without getting dicked down. “I am,” she nodded, twiling a piece of her hair in her fingers. “But like, I’m not some glee weirdo. I know the people in it at McKinley are like such weirdos sometimes, but like I’m not. I’m just in it because I bring sex appeal and I have a better voice than any of them.”

#eric.#interactions.

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